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5.1/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 5.1/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Police Court remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have seventy minutes to spare and a soft spot for dusty, old-fashioned tearjerkers, Police Court is actually worth a look tonight. Anyone who loves raw, early-talkie melodrama will find something to like here, but if you get annoyed by loud, theatrical child actors, you should probably skip it.
The story is simple enough. Henry B. Walthall plays Nat, a former stage star who has drank his career straight into the gutter.
His kid, played by Leon Janney, spends all his energy trying to keep his dad sober and get him back on the stage. It is a heavy burden for a little guy.
There is this incredibly sad feeling hanging over the whole thing. Walthall himself was a massive star in the silent era—you might have seen him in The Mother and the Law—so watching him play a washed-up has-been feels almost too real.
He has these heavy, tired eyes that tell you everything you need to know about his character's shame. You can really feel the regret radiating off him in the quiet scenes.
On the other hand, the kid is just... a lot. Leon Janney yells almost all his lines like he is trying to reach the back row of a theater that doesn't exist.
In one scene, he is trying to brush his dad's messy coat and he is just talking a mile a minute. It is supposed to be heartwarming but it mostly made my ears ring a bit. 📣
The production itself is pretty cheap. The courtroom scenes have this weird, empty echo, like they shot them in an empty school gym after hours.
And some characters just drift in and out. For instance, the legendary Al St. John shows up, but he barely gets anything to do before the movie forgets about him.
But then, there is a small scene where the father and son share a cheap plate of food. It is so quiet and simple.
No big speeches. Just two people who love each other, trying to survive the day.
That's where the movie gets you. It is messy and the print is probably going to look a bit blurry, but it has a real beating heart under all that dust.
It's not a masterpiece, but it doesn't need to be. Sometimes a cheap, sad movie is exactly what you want on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
